To discourage temptations to divide and sell,
to encourage harmony and family gatherings, Baba and Papa
left the lakehouse property to just one
of their many children.
Granddaughter Mara called from the lake.
Our beloved grass-barren badminton court
is now a wildflower garden.
Squeals and laughter silenced for a generation.
When he finally started to listen, Matthew’s heart led him to Maine. Now, he lives and writes next to a lake, and sometimes Googles synonyms for the word “regret.”
On Saturdays I dusted off the week’s work from my overalls, scraped together my quarter’s worth of change, and raced to the theater. In that dusty room, my laugh and smile awaited me.
As the projection light dissipated, I clenched my eyes shut, unable to watch my friends dissolve away.
Jason wanted to write something. He wanted his imagination to be involved. Inspiration was elusive and hard for him to wield and mold into something meaningful. Some silence and peace of mind were all he needed for this. Jason finds it strange that his writing reflects more emotion than he ever feels in life.